He was a proper old-fashioned London geezer (cringe word, hate it, can't think of a better one, worst of all it's the correct word), kind of East Endy, kind of Real London, the kind you don't really meet but if you do it always feels like an uncanny immersive theatre experience. They're anachronistic. They only belong in the London collectively imagined by people who don't spend any time in it.
mazelike/rhizomatic/immanent/emergent are not antithetical to a transcendent real but its very manifestation
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
the only things i have read are just excerpts and 1 dialogue by plato fully and mcluhan's medium is the massage but it cannot be considered a book
was it worth it
isaac
have you read
I'm trying to picture the scene inside, like I was trying to picture the scene in the tree.
i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason
i understand
lol
way too random but already engaging. i want to explore it
"Put a blanket."
Lift Analysis
like magnets
really i want the internet
She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.
magnetises a pin
"No, it'll get cold!"
"Put a tut ahh put a-"
Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24
i struggle with building a personal technical architecture for storing media, both curation and creation. instead i bookmark everything
your feed looks like my tumblr
like first name
i was tempted to lie about my name
i really havent